Luyện nghe bài hát Twentieth Century Drifter

Drivin' my race car is my way of a livin'
My way of puttin' the bread on the at home
I'm gettin' back about as much as I'm givin'
And I couldn't make it without a good woman at

First place could be a dream but I'm gonna chase it
out of the top ten is nothing but bad
And a won't ever be first I might as well face it
First class equipment is a man's got to have

You might even call me a twentieth century
Thirty-two weekends I up the car and I'm gone
And my cries with each goodbye kiss that I give her
And she prayes that Monday morning and I'll be driftin' home

Well my sleeps in my arms and I lie here thinkin'
awake half asleep I run and re-run the race
From dark end till dawn it goes on my half awake
And ever so I dream of me taking first place

It's got to be more a dream dreamin' won't make it
Or dreaming ever put bread on the table at home
And racing runs deep in my veins and never shake it
I'm tied to it just like I'm tied to the at home

You might even call me a century drifter...